Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 91: Duel

Cowen recites a spell silently, concentrating on unleashing his magic.

The 'Holy Light Barrier' he released this time is a compound magic that has been improved by him.

The "Holy Light Barrier" pioneered by Kewen only has a healing effect, which can continuously heal injuries and enhance the power of allies within the barrier.

In the basic version of the 'Holy Light Barrier', human soldiers can barely fight against orcs, and they will no longer be easily killed by orcs.

But even then, with less than 2,000 soldiers, they can barely fight the same number of orcs.

But there are nearly 10,000 orcs right now, and the gap is too big.

Therefore, Kewen can only use the enhanced version of the 'Light's Ward'.

Enhanced version of magic, in which Kewen added the lethality of the 'light magic element'.

But Cowen has had a lot of things to do in this period of time, and there is not enough time for him to fully perfect his magic.

Therefore, the lethality of the magic of 'Holy Light Barrier II' is still somewhat insufficient. The 'light magic element' mixed in the 'Holy Light' can only play a weak scorching effect.

For the time being, though, the enhanced magic is more than enough.

Because the orcs don't know much about magic, they were hesitant about the "Light Barrier".

When some orcs tried to put their hands into the enchantment and were scorched by the 'light element', even if they did not cause real damage, it still made those orcs seem to be startled, exclaiming and throwing their arms Quickly shrink back.

As a result, no orc dared to rush into the barrier.

When the stalemate appeared, Kewen finally stabilized the magic barrier.

He opens his eyes and looks in the direction of the camp entrance.

During the short charge just now, nearly a thousand human soldiers fell on the way.

Perhaps not all the soldiers were completely killed, and there should be some who could not be seriously injured.

Therefore, Kewen controlled the magic again, and he spread the holy light barrier towards the camp gate.

The result made him sigh a little.

Because after the 'Holy Light Barrier' enveloped all the fallen soldiers, only less than 300 soldiers got up again, and the remaining 800 or so soldiers were truly dead.

This is a pity for the somewhat 'perfectionist' Kewen.

But others don't think so.

King Wrynn couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes after seeing the more than 200 soldiers who got up again.

He even laughed happily: "The Holy Light is on! Kewen! You saved more lives!"

Hearing this, Kewen sighed silently, and then double cast spells, causing his body to be lifted up by the whirlwind.

When Kewen rose to a height of more than 30 meters, he looked down at the nearly ten thousand orcs surrounded by the barrier.

Afterwards, he raised his right hand with his sword and placed it on his neck.

Under the effect of the amplification spell, a word quickly spread throughout the battlefield: "Makgola—"

The voice reverberated throughout the battlefield.

The orcs looked at each other in amazement, then raised their heads and set their sights on Kewen in the air.

A few moments later, I don't know which orc started and responded with a roar: "Makgora!"

The sound made the orcs stunned for a moment, and then the atmosphere instantly ignited.

"Makgola!"

"Makgola!"

"Makgola!"

……

Gradually, all the orcs raised their weapons and shouted about their race's dueling traditions.

Below, King Wrynn was at a loss. He glanced at the frenzied orcs, wondering what Cowen said to make all the orcs react like this.

"Makgola!"

Besides, Garona was infected by the atmosphere, and suddenly raised her long sword and shouted.

The people around were startled, and King Wrynn finally found his target, and asked quickly, "Garona! What does Makogora mean!?"

"It's our tradition!!!"

With the pride and fervor of being an orc, Garona proudly explained to King Wrynn: "The strongest fight to the death! The victor gets all the glory!"

"Duel!?"

King Wrynn quickly raised his head, looked at Cowen in the air and said, "Cowen is going to duel with the orcs?"

"Of course it's him!"

Garona nodded heavily: "Because he proposed it! So I can't replace the duelist!"

King Wrynn looked away and continued to ask Garona, "What form of duels? Can magic be used?"

"Of course not!" Garona explained earnestly: "You can use your bare hands! You can use weapons! But you can't use spells!"

"Can't use magic!?"

King Wrynn quickly raised his head again, staring at Kewen worriedly: "But... Kewen is a mage!"

Garona frowned when she heard the words, she finally remembered that she is now a part of the human race.

"There's no way..."

Garona showed a worried look: "Since he has sent the signal of 'Makgola', he can't change the candidate..."

"Kovinta..."

King Wrynn didn't finish his sentence.

Because Kewen suddenly put away his magic, the 'Holy Light Barrier' that enveloped the battlefield quickly disappeared.

"Kewen!"

King Wrynn hurriedly raised his head and shouted, "They can't use magic in their duels!!!"

Korwen heard King Wrynn's voice, bowed his head from the air, smiled and nodded to King Wrynn.

Afterwards, Kewen didn't wait for King Wrynn to say anything, and immediately activated his figure and slowly flew down to the open space ahead.

When he landed on his feet, there was a sudden noise in the orc camp.

All the orcs are shouting and shouting, looking for someone who is qualified to duel with Cowen.

In the end, a passage was let out by the orcs, and the 'Black Hand' with green skin and a larger physique walked out.

Kewen was a little surprised. He didn't expect the opponent's life to be so hard.

He had used two waves of large-scale magic before, ploughing the entire camp one after the other.

In this way, the other party was lucky enough to survive?

Just as Kewen was looking at Blackhand, as the great chief of the tribal coalition, Blackhand had already made his way to the center of the open space.

Black Hand squinted his green eyes and stared at Kewen with a slightly excited expression, then raised his left hand, which had turned into a ferocious claws, and shouted loudly: "Makgola—"

"Makgola!"

"Makgola!"

……

Nearly ten thousand orcs shouted in unison.

At this moment, Orgrim suddenly stepped out of the crowd.

He held a hammer in his left hand and a tribal battle flag in his right hand, before thrusting it into the ground behind Blackhand.

Step forward a little, Orgrim stood behind Blackhand and said in a deep voice, "Can you give me this duel?"

Black Hand froze.

But before Blackhand got angry, Orgrim immediately said: "Durotan's death was largely due to him! So I think..."

"Go back!"

Blackhand interrupted angrily, turning around and reprimanding Orgrim: "This glory! It can only belong to me!"

Orgrim is silent.

He stared at Black Hand's eyes with anger and urgency, only to back away silently.

Black Hand finally grinned with satisfaction.

He turned to look at Kewen and asked loudly, "Do you understand our traditions!?"

Cowen nodded: "I don't know how to use spells."

Black Hand grinned in satisfaction, and his fangs made his appearance even more sinister.

Then, Blackhand raised his left hand, which had turned into a claw: "This thing is growing on me! It can only be counted as a weapon! So you can use a weapon too!"

Kewen glanced at the sharp claw full of 'fel energy', then shook his head: "No need."

Raising his right fist in front of him, Kewen said flatly, "I just use my fist."

"You must use weapons!"

The Black Hand was unwilling, his tone was uncontrollable impatient: "That would make 'Makgola' seem unfair! Kill you! I will not get any glory!"

"Kewen!"

King Wrynn, who heard Garona's simultaneous translation, suddenly shouted.

When Corvin turned to look, King Wrynn immediately stepped out of the guard formation of his soldiers.

Shaking off the tug of the legion commander and the soldiers, King Wrynn strode to Kewen, then held the 'King Sword' in his hands with both hands, and handed it to Kewen with a solemn expression.

In response, Kewen looked at the other party, then smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Chong!

A broadsword with a golden lion embossed from its scabbard by Cowen.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Kewen pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground, then nodded and said, "Please go back, Your Majesty, the duel will be over soon."

"You..."

King Wrynn still looked worried, but he knew it was over and it was useless to say anything, so he could only raise his hand and pressed Kewen's shoulder.

"Watch out!" whispered King Wrynn. "If you don't get it, use magic! We still have a fight!"

Kewen wanted to end all this sooner, so he didn't say more, nodded and turned to look at Black Hand.

Seeing this, King Wrynn had to sigh and return to the array.

Woo-

The sound of horns rises from the army of orcs ~IndoMTL.com~ to announce the duel.

Black Hand couldn't hold back his eagerness to get the glory, so he started pacing impatiently from side to side, keeping his eyes on Kewen, waiting for Kewen to make his move.

Seeing this, Kewen handed the broadsword to his left hand, then stretched his right hand forward, pointing back, and gestured to invite battle.

Seeing this, Black Hand immediately strode forward with a grin.

The cacophony fades, and the whispering is interrupted.

At this moment, both the orcs and the humans couldn't help but keep quiet.

The orcs looked expectant, looking forward to seeing their warchief take the head of their opponent.

The human side held their breath, and everyone's eyes widened nervously.

At this time, Kewen in the field finally moved.

Carrying the broadsword casually, Kewen slowly walked away, facing the black hand with a calm face...